We Made the World

Chastise her soul

Don't blame her though

For misdeeds and sorrows gone

She was not made 

For such pain

Her heart and mind have sunken down

Laced skies

White mists before her eyes

Don't blame her though 

For misdeeds and sorrows gone

And justice does not come

But life is what we make of it

And enough of what we make of it.

We made this world 

For her 

Do not blame her 

For misdeeds and sorrows gone.